Part 2 — "WHEN MOLLY SMILES"
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When Molly smiles beneath her cow, I feel my heart—I can't tell how; When Molly is on Sunday dressed, On Sundays I can take no rest.
What can I do? On worky days I leave my work on her to gaze. What shall I say? At sermons, I Forget the text when Molly's by.
Good master curate, teach me how To mind your preaching and my plow: And if for this you'll raise a spell, A good fat goose shall thank you well.
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